Chapter 3 

Sophia’s POV

Father Damien stayed knelt between my spread thighs on that altar table with his face inches from my dripping panties. 

My legs shook uncontrollably and my breath came in short gasps while I stared down at him. 

He looked up at me with those burning eyes then leaned forward and pressed his open mouth right against the soaked fabric covering my cunt. 

His tongue dragged slowly and firm over the wet cotton pushing it deep between my puffy lips and rubbing right across my swollen clit.

I cried out loud and my hands shot down gripping his head tight fingers twisting in his dark hair. 

“Father...